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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love’s Likenings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He. <br>To what, love, shall I liken thee?<br>Thou, methinks, shalt firstly be<br>A blue flower with nodding bells<br>In the hollow of a tree.<br>When the wind blows wantonly,<br>Thou shalt ever shake thy head<br>At the idle tale he tells.<br>But at evening from the clover,<br>When the world is all abed,<br>And the noisy day is over,<br>And the birds have gone to rest,<br>In the darkness will I hover<br>Till thou bid me come to thee,<br>Till I creep into thy nest,<br>I thy long--expected lover,<br>I thy sweet, thy honey bee.<br>To what, love, shall I liken thee?<br>Tell me, love, what wouldst thou be?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She.<br>I would be a white cloud lying<br>In the bosom of the sky,<br>And at noon, when Earth is sighing<br>For the sun my fleeces hide,<br>I would bask in his bright eye,<br>Till he drew me up on high,<br>Till be took me for his bride.<br>Thou shalt be my sun to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, but I would be a well<br>In the sands of Araby,<br>So thyself wert a gazelle<br>Which must either drink or die.<br>Bend above me, love, and lo!<br>In my waters thou shalt spy<br>All that my heart cares to show,<br>Thy own face against the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He. <br>To what more shall I liken thee?<br>Thou, my love, shalt lastly be<br>A clear silver--tonguèd brook<br>Running downwards to the Sea,<br>And the reeds shall seek to stay thee<br>Under every shaded nook,<br>And the pebbles shall waylay thee,<br>With their bald heads to dismay thee,<br>Till thy pretty face grows white,<br>Half in anger, half in fright.<br>See, thy troubles are forgot<br>In the still pool suddenly,<br>And a smile has found thee out,<br>Taking shape of thy delight,<br>Laughing, weeping, onward ever<br>Till thou join thyself to me,<br>For my love shall be the river.<br>Thou and I shall run together<br>Ever till we meet the Sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q>
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To what, love, shall I liken thee?
Thou, methinks, shalt firstly be
A blue flower with nodding bells
In the hollow of a tree.
When the wind blows wantonly,
Thou shalt ever shake thy head
At the idle tale he tells.
But at evening from the clov..."></div>
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